chickenwhite:

"Boy, these arms are durable!

How’s about we test exactly how durable?”

Source: (link)

((OOC note: What has mun been busy with? Well, this. For more of mun’s art (it’s very Gravity Fallsy lately) go to mun’s art blog! Or don’t. It seriously depends on whether you like this kinda stuff or not.

/end of shameless self-promotion))

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jthm-fandom said: Out of all the planets you've been sneaking around to recently, this one definitely has the best pizza. The consorts are creepy as all fuck, but since when did creepy stuff dissuade you. They act nice enough, after all, so at least you don't have to passive-aggressively roll your eyes at them. Leaning back in your seat, you pop on your headphones and crank the music up loud enough to sufficiently drown out the other guests. Yup, this is definitely a good day.

ask-the-fnaf-fandom:

ask-the-fnaf-fandom:

You rarely go out to your pizza places, but you’re running low on grist from alchemizing extra parts of yourself just in case something bad happens. But on your imp-fighting mini-quest, you spot a non-animatronic in one of the pizza places on your planet.

Screeching as you accidentally bump into an animatronic consort, you dash into the restaurant and hide behind the door. They’re nice enough, but TOO nice… Like the toys from the It’s A Small World but at night with distorted voiceboxes.

In any case, you approach the man at the table, slow and careful, but curious, and tap him lightly on the shoulder.

Er… Excuse me? A-are you aware of where you are?


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Ah! Ơ̻̳͓F͓ course I’ll listen to your problems. I highly doubt they’re ‘stupid’, per say, but I’ll certainly lend you an ear. F̧̗̰EE̳͚͍̰̙͈̕L͎̥͉ F̧̣̦̩̜̹R̯͓E̬͎̰͓̩͠E̲̭̥͝ to speak F̡̱̥͎̻̩Ŕ̰̟E̜͚͖̠͉̙̫E͎͞L͞Y, my F̶̪R̯͙̯̟̰̺̻͡I̪͉͎̬͖̙̣Ȩ̯̫͉̗̺ͅN̘͔͈͔̩͜ͅD͓̩̤̩̳̲͡.

…Thanks, man…

You sigh deeply, steeling yourself.

For the longest time now, I’ve… I’ve had this huge, stupid crush on someone… And we’re good friends, so I don’t want to ruin anything, but I feel like I’m about to explode with all the stuff I haven’t told him, but if I confess to him, what’s gonna happen? Where’s it gonna go from there? I know he won’t reciprocate… Hell, I wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings of a guy like me. I’m pale enough to double as a white wall and so scrawny, I look like a veteran from the skeleton war, I mean, come on. There’s no way on earth he could ever… Y’know…

Your voice tapers off at the end and you shuffle uncomfortably on the spot, rubbing your one arm and not meeting Freddy’s gaze. He’s a saint for listening to you, and it feels good to finally get it out… But you know it won’t be the same with Meatboy.

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scarygodmotherfandom said: *You wander in this in dark planet. Of course it had to be a dark place. You had to go to a dark place, the type of place that manages to SPOOK you. BOOray? As you walk nervously, looking for a light source, you notice a lone light. Thank the SPIRITS there is some light! You instantly move towards the light, which turns out is from a house. A rather nice house at that. You give a little knock on the door and wait.*

scarygodmotherfandom:

jthm-fandom:

The door swings open seemingly by itself, and a voice sounds from within.

Velcome to my do-mi-cile!

You couldn’t help it. It’s close to Halloween, and you live in a giant, Gothic mansion. The Dracula-impression was inevitable. Not to mention the reference was just too good t pass up.

Is that you, Cute?

You ask as you walk down the red carpet, though your smile fades to a slightly confused face as you see a new person. One you’ve never met. What a first impression.

Oh, eh, f- sorry. I thought you were someone else.


You’re a little caught off guard by the change in tone but give a sympathetic smile to the man. You know its never easy to loose love ones and this is no exception.

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SS: She sounds like a swell fandom, I hope I get the chance to see her some day.

You try not to dwell on the topic too long, the last thing you want is to make your host uncomfortable after showing you such kindness, so you feel a pick me up in the conversation might help just a tad.

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SS: So, based on how excited you are about HALLOWEEN, is it safe to assume you have some big plans for the holiday yourself?

Oh, you bet!

You take a sip of your tea, happy to have a change of conversation, and to see Scary did not get discouraged by your sudden… Awkward moment, there.

The Too Cute Fandom - that’s my moirail - and I, we’re gonna dress to match. Halloween is always more fun with friends, and I wanna make sure she has the best one yet.

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jthm-fandom said: Out of all the planets you've been sneaking around to recently, this one definitely has the best pizza. The consorts are creepy as all fuck, but since when did creepy stuff dissuade you. They act nice enough, after all, so at least you don't have to passive-aggressively roll your eyes at them. Leaning back in your seat, you pop on your headphones and crank the music up loud enough to sufficiently drown out the other guests. Yup, this is definitely a good day.

ask-the-fnaf-fandom:

ask-the-fnaf-fandom:

You rarely go out to your pizza places, but you’re running low on grist from alchemizing extra parts of yourself just in case something bad happens. But on your imp-fighting mini-quest, you spot a non-animatronic in one of the pizza places on your planet.

Screeching as you accidentally bump into an animatronic consort, you dash into the restaurant and hide behind the door. They’re nice enough, but TOO nice… Like the toys from the It’s A Small World but at night with distorted voiceboxes.

In any case, you approach the man at the table, slow and careful, but curious, and tap him lightly on the shoulder.

Er… Excuse me? A-are you aware of where you are?


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Oh? Oh, w-well, er, thank you. It’s the least I can  do to apologize for my rambling though. It only makes sense. At least, that’s how I think it should be.

And it is a little hard, but… not very once you finally accept twitterpation, so to speak. You have similar issues?

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Ah! I-I apologize if this is getting too personal, er… Johnny.

No, no! It’s okay! I, uh…

I should probably speak about this with someone at least…

Uh… Would you… Do you mind listening to my stupid-ass problems for a moment?…

You’ve never been good with emotions, or talking about them. Well, not your own, at least. You’re a decent agony-aunt, but when it comes to your own feelings… Well… There was a reason why you used to cut.

(Reblogged from ask-the-fnaf-fandom)

jthm-fandom said: Another day, another solid five hours of playing video games with your roommate. You two have been goofing off and having fun all day, and for once, you don't feel that awkward about it. Haven't even blushed in a while. This s going great! "Aaww, fucking hell!" You exclaim as you jump straight into ANOTHER salt-pile. "This game vindictively hates me and you know it! Stop giggling!" You laugh, hitting Meatboy with the controller.

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

"Heh! Naw, Nny, you just ain’t good at video games with speedrunnin’ is all. Ain’t nothin’ ta be salty over."

You laugh and brush away the controller bash, pick up the controller, and jump into a salt pile as well, though on purpose this time to start over and get an A+ again on this level. You’re a lot better at the game than you give yourself credit for.

"Not everyone’s as good at a game as the actual fandom. I mean, even I’m keep shavin’ time off my four hour run.”


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"A-ah fuck… No, Nny, man, I don’t mean you. You got some muscle on ya. And ah… er…

Y-yeah, naw, man I don’t think I’d fuck ya, given the chance. Maybe if ya had boobs an’ some longer hair. An’ a lil’ more meat on yer bones. I just can’t get inta the skinny people thing. ‘D probably fuck yer sister ‘fore I’d get ta you, if ya had—”

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"W-wait, shit! N-no, man, I wouldn’t fuck Zim. T-trust me on that one. E-even if she were old enough, that’d be a pass. She ain’t my type. An’ I don’t think I’m her type anyway. I’d bet she’d go for an intellectual kinda guy. Not a brick wall."

The disturbing images of Meatboy and Zim together take up your mind for just long enough to allow you to pull that face, but it passes as quickly as it came.

Eh-heh, right. Uh, feeling’s completely mutual there. I mean, we’re friends, right? N-no need to, uh… I mean, fuck, why’d I wanna fuck you?… Eh-heh… Uh, where the fuck am I going with this…

Yeah, you wouldn’t fuck yourself either. And although you try to hide it, the melancholy tone Meatboy has heard a few times before is back in your voice, and that blush is pretty unmistakable. Fuck, you wish you had a better poker-face. And didn’t get so awkward in these situations.

And didn’t feel like someone dropped your heart onto concrete.

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jthm-fandom said: Another day, another solid five hours of playing video games with your roommate. You two have been goofing off and having fun all day, and for once, you don't feel that awkward about it. Haven't even blushed in a while. This s going great! "Aaww, fucking hell!" You exclaim as you jump straight into ANOTHER salt-pile. "This game vindictively hates me and you know it! Stop giggling!" You laugh, hitting Meatboy with the controller.

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

"Heh! Naw, Nny, you just ain’t good at video games with speedrunnin’ is all. Ain’t nothin’ ta be salty over."

You laugh and brush away the controller bash, pick up the controller, and jump into a salt pile as well, though on purpose this time to start over and get an A+ again on this level. You’re a lot better at the game than you give yourself credit for.

"Not everyone’s as good at a game as the actual fandom. I mean, even I’m keep shavin’ time off my four hour run.”


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"Alright, first ‘a’ all, I ain’t surprised there’s little ta no porn of a game whose main antagonist is literally a sentient fetus. And a coupla cubes. Yer thing’s got people you can push together an make kiss.

Maybe if there were famous personifications, we’d have a Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared scenario, but that’s not real likely, since Bandage Girl is pregnant. Not a lot of porn to do with pregnant women.

Second’a’ all, Nny ain’t hot. Don’t you lie’r make up shit. He’s a skinny, five-foot-four’r somethin’ stick bag of a basket-case. If ya think that’s actually attractive, ya got some problems ya should iron out.”

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"Now, that Devi gal’s another story. Even that Anne Gwish one, too. Nny’s fuckin’ hilarious, sure, but nothin’ fuckworthy."

You look down at yourself as Meatboy describes the protagonist of your comic.

You then look back up at Meatboy.

Why, thanks, that makes me feel just ama?zing about myself.

You cross your arms across your chest and give Meatboy another kick with the leg closest to him on the bed, where they still lie. Oh, well, at least you’re not short. Does Meatboy have a problem with short people?… Maybe you should gain some weight… And muscle…

(Reblogged from boi-smb-fandomstuck)

jthm-fandom said: Another day, another solid five hours of playing video games with your roommate. You two have been goofing off and having fun all day, and for once, you don't feel that awkward about it. Haven't even blushed in a while. This s going great! "Aaww, fucking hell!" You exclaim as you jump straight into ANOTHER salt-pile. "This game vindictively hates me and you know it! Stop giggling!" You laugh, hitting Meatboy with the controller.

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

"Heh! Naw, Nny, you just ain’t good at video games with speedrunnin’ is all. Ain’t nothin’ ta be salty over."

You laugh and brush away the controller bash, pick up the controller, and jump into a salt pile as well, though on purpose this time to start over and get an A+ again on this level. You’re a lot better at the game than you give yourself credit for.

"Not everyone’s as good at a game as the actual fandom. I mean, even I’m keep shavin’ time off my four hour run.”


Luckily for him, though, your dislike for real fighting tends to end up with you thoroughly beaten in most any kind of skirmish the comic book fandom kicks up. Not expecting the kick in the back, you jolt forward a little in surprise about it and take a moment before grinning at him and swiftly using your godtier powers to summon a breeze more than strong enough to knock him to the floor from the bed.

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"Nice try, small fry! But really, you’re way more inta yer comics than I am inta my game."

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"I am almost entirely sure that you’d even fuck the protagonist of yer thing. Don’t lie. I’ve seen fandom blogs. Even if it ain’t you runnin’ em directly, yer the personification of ‘em."

He’s got you there.

imageTsch, whatever. If it exists, there is porn of it, and you know it. At least Nny’s hot.

imageI will bet my entire fortune that you’d do the same if the protagonist of your game wasn’t just a sentient cube of meat.

imageThen again, the internet -is- pretty deprived… You know, I’m pretty happy I haven’t googled your game too thoroughly.

You shudder at the thought. But let’s not try to fool anyone here, you yourself wanna fuck the Meatboy. The human-fandom, though, not the cube of meat.

(Reblogged from boi-smb-fandomstuck)

jthm-fandom said: Another day, another solid five hours of playing video games with your roommate. You two have been goofing off and having fun all day, and for once, you don't feel that awkward about it. Haven't even blushed in a while. This s going great! "Aaww, fucking hell!" You exclaim as you jump straight into ANOTHER salt-pile. "This game vindictively hates me and you know it! Stop giggling!" You laugh, hitting Meatboy with the controller.

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

"Heh! Naw, Nny, you just ain’t good at video games with speedrunnin’ is all. Ain’t nothin’ ta be salty over."

You laugh and brush away the controller bash, pick up the controller, and jump into a salt pile as well, though on purpose this time to start over and get an A+ again on this level. You’re a lot better at the game than you give yourself credit for.

"Not everyone’s as good at a game as the actual fandom. I mean, even I’m keep shavin’ time off my four hour run.”


And he’s more than right as he does catch you off guard. You yelp in confusion more than pain as you feel him punch your rock of an arm, then laugh and give Nny a slightly harder punch to his shoulder. A habit developed with your brothers more than anything.

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"Ya got me there, man. I mean, it ain’t like I dress like and base my internal thoughts on the protagonist ‘a’ my thing.Those guys are way more inta their thing than I am inta my game."

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"Er… fuck, maybe ya are kinda inta yer comics as much as I’m inta my games."

Oh, you’re dead.

You won’t let that slide, nope. Hoping to catch him sorta off-guard again, you punch him once more, and then turn your leg around to gently kick his back. You’ve gotten more physical since befriending - and falling for - this guy, and it’s almost like you’re trying to construct situations in which you two can get physically close. And play-fighting or wrestling is as good an excuse as ever!

(Reblogged from boi-smb-fandomstuck)

ask-danny-phandom said: Hay, Johnny, have you seen what's happening with Cute latel- oh my god, what the. What the fuck. *he stopped in his tracks, staring at the polar opposite version of Nny before him. He squinted, looking confused, but also, wow, he never thought Nny could pull off the fuzzy adorable look. usually he was just, well, gothdorable* Uh... so... you're the, uh, Too Cute fandom, right? *Danny asked, floating a bit towards the shy looking fuzzy man*

ask-danny-phandom:

jthm-fandom:

jthm-fandom:

Huh?… Tuff, izzat yuu?…

You ask and tilt your head as the stranger floats closer. Only when he’s about a meter from you, does the penny finally drop.

Oooohhh, yuu must be ‘e Danny Phantom-fandom… Roight?… Man, i’s so weird tah see yuu wiffout fur…

imageOh! uh…

imageIf you wanna make yourself useful, this place is always in need of a good dusting or some vacuuming… You can help me prepare dinner on a regular basis, if you want!

You offer as you smile at your friend and finish the meat, some tentacles having already taken care of the buns, warming them nicely while being carefuy to not get any tar on them.

image…It’s gonna be nice to have some more company, honestly… Danny, thanks for staying.

You missed your old friend. And honestly, you have a good feeling about him staying over.

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Oh! Uh, okay. Great. I’ll uh…see what I can do about that….cleaning.

*Danny said, looking down at his finished chopped vegetables. he was sure looking forward to this meal. Lost in thought for a moment, he looked back up at Johnny suddenly when he spoke to him*

Huh? Oh uh. Yeah…no problem…

*he paused, reaching down to grip at the bandages. He grimaced for a moment before putting on a smile once more*

It’s good to be here.

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ask-danny-phandom said: Hay, Johnny, have you seen what's happening with Cute latel- oh my god, what the. What the fuck. *he stopped in his tracks, staring at the polar opposite version of Nny before him. He squinted, looking confused, but also, wow, he never thought Nny could pull off the fuzzy adorable look. usually he was just, well, gothdorable* Uh... so... you're the, uh, Too Cute fandom, right? *Danny asked, floating a bit towards the shy looking fuzzy man*

ask-danny-phandom:

jthm-fandom:

Huh?… Tuff, izzat yuu?…

You ask and tilt your head as the stranger floats closer. Only when he’s about a meter from you, does the penny finally drop.

Oooohhh, yuu must be ‘e Danny Phantom-fandom… Roight?… Man, i’s so weird tah see yuu wiffout fur…


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Oh, um…that’s…nice.

*Danny said to the last comment, not really knowing how to respond. he doesn’t really remember MB much anyways, but he wondered what he did to be so buddy buddy with Johnny*

He must be a great guy if he’s your friend! You have great taste, after all. Hah.

*he mused a little, trying to lighten his own mood. Jeez Danny, stop being such a downer. He finished cutting everything, moving to the sink to wash his hands*

I’m not sure how much help I’ll be to you…but…if you ever need any chores done?

*he offered, glancing over at Johnny. He didn’t want to feel useless while staying over at his house. Not that he was doing much before at his own either. that place was a mess*

Oh! uh…

If you wanna make yourself useful, this place is always in need of a good dusting or some vacuuming… You can help me prepare dinner on a regular basis, if you want!

You offer as you smile at your friend and finish the meat, some tentacles having already taken care of the buns, warming them nicely while being carefuy to not get any tar on them.

…It’s gonna be nice to have some more company, honestly… Danny, thanks for staying.

You missed your old friend. And honestly, you have a good feeling about him staying over.

(Reblogged from ask-danny-phandom)

jthm-fandom said: Another day, another solid five hours of playing video games with your roommate. You two have been goofing off and having fun all day, and for once, you don't feel that awkward about it. Haven't even blushed in a while. This s going great! "Aaww, fucking hell!" You exclaim as you jump straight into ANOTHER salt-pile. "This game vindictively hates me and you know it! Stop giggling!" You laugh, hitting Meatboy with the controller.

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

"Heh! Naw, Nny, you just ain’t good at video games with speedrunnin’ is all. Ain’t nothin’ ta be salty over."

You laugh and brush away the controller bash, pick up the controller, and jump into a salt pile as well, though on purpose this time to start over and get an A+ again on this level. You’re a lot better at the game than you give yourself credit for.

"Not everyone’s as good at a game as the actual fandom. I mean, even I’m keep shavin’ time off my four hour run.”


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"Pro’ly ‘cuz deep down in yer heart, ya think ya can beat me. Or at least keep doin’ better. That’s how it works for me! And I probably keep winning because I have more practice than you."

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"To be fair, you could probably speed-read through your comics at a pace I can’t even understand. Or belt out onna Nny’s crazy monologues at will. Just as much skill as playin’ a game."

As you speak, you continue to play before you have to pause and laugh.

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"Almost, anyway."

Hmmm…

You think for a moment, then punch Meatboy again and grin.

Nah, it’s totally so I can catch you off guard once in a while. You get more absorbed in that game than I do in my comics.

You chuckle as you roll onto your stomach once more.

(Reblogged from boi-smb-fandomstuck)

scarygodmotherfandom said: *You wander in this in dark planet. Of course it had to be a dark place. You had to go to a dark place, the type of place that manages to SPOOK you. BOOray? As you walk nervously, looking for a light source, you notice a lone light. Thank the SPIRITS there is some light! You instantly move towards the light, which turns out is from a house. A rather nice house at that. You give a little knock on the door and wait.*

scarygodmotherfandom:

jthm-fandom:

The door swings open seemingly by itself, and a voice sounds from within.

Velcome to my do-mi-cile!

You couldn’t help it. It’s close to Halloween, and you live in a giant, Gothic mansion. The Dracula-impression was inevitable. Not to mention the reference was just too good t pass up.

Is that you, Cute?

You ask as you walk down the red carpet, though your smile fades to a slightly confused face as you see a new person. One you’ve never met. What a first impression.

Oh, eh, f- sorry. I thought you were someone else.


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SS: I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, I don’t think it will bother me to bad, that stuff rarely does. Thank you!

You take the drink and look around the room. This guy had real style, you could appreciate that. You talk as you look at some of the paintings, your tail wagging slightly from how nice everything was.

SS: Oh, that one is a classic for sure! They come up with the coolest specials around this time of year, it gets me more excited than I already am!

Oh, absolutely! Me too! Halloween tends to put a kicker in even the dullest TV-show.

You sit down languidly in one of the chairs after pulling one out for Scary, allowing the lady to have a seat first, right underneath a painting of the Great Old One himself rising from the ocean.

Heh, even I?Z got a little entertaining around this time of year…

Eh, seriously, though, her show was great. Kinda wish she was still around. Can’t really believe I outlived her. I mean, who’d have thunk.

You shrug as you sip your tea, knowing the conversation just turned a little dark, but you have to be light-hearted about your sister’s disappearance. Otherwise, it just means more sleepless nights for you… Fandoms disappear, and that’s just the way it is. You will too, one day, and maybe you’ll come back, like you have once or twice already, but who knows.

(Reblogged from scarygodmotherfandom)